I was talking to a girl I had met on MySpace — technically, I was probably talking to seven girls. This one was interesting though. I believe she was a freshman or sophomore in college, long brown hair, big blue eyes, incredibly pretty. We didn’t have much in common though, and the conversation always seemed a bit forced, so I wasn’t in any rush to hang out with her.
That changed one day when I was traveling for work. She sent me a text when I was in another state for a few weeks on assignment and asked how I was doing. I lamented the discomfort of not being home and getting to follow my routine. She asked about my accommodations — which were quite nice — and she asked if I had the hotel room all to myself; I did.
“Well at least you can jerk off whenever you want.” I’m paraphrasing for sure.
“That is true, but I have nothing no jerk off to.” It was true. I didn’t have my personal laptop with me that trip and I wasn’t going to search for porn on the company one.
Sixty seconds later there was an image in my new messages. It was poor quality, bad lighting, and a little blurry… but it was a nude and it was awesome. Every thirty seconds for the next five or six minutes another messaged popped up on my phone; each one better than the last. By the time the next message comprised of actual text showed up I had my pants down around my ankles and was pounding away fast.
“Now you have something to look at.” She said, likely proud of herself.
The photos were a godsend. I wanked to them every day for the next week or so while I stayed in that hotel. Additionally, she and I talked a lot more now that I knew she was “my kind of woman.” When I was scheduled to fly back into town she asked me to make time to meet up with her soon. I was more than eager.
The night I landed she messaged me and asked what I was up to. I told her I was jet lagged and going to get some rest, but she asked if I wanted to hang out instead. Obviously, yes. I can be tired, but I still want to have fun. I asked where she had in mind and she said something about meeting after she got off work — which would be at 11 or midnight. ‘Fuck that’ I thought, ‘I am fucking exhausted.’ I told her we’d have to wait for another night.
“Well, why don’t you just come see me at work. We can sneak into the employee bathroom and I can give you a blowjob.”
“Where do you work?”
“Blockbuster.”
“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
I was there in 18 minutes. I walked in and she recognized me right away. Unlike most people I was really proactive about keeping my online photos up-to-date and accurate. I didn’t post just the good shots, I also included ones where I looked ridiculous or disheveled, or dumb. It made it easy for people to pick me out of a crowd. That, and I am 6’2” and was built like a rugby player. As soon as she saw me she turned to her co-worker or manager and let them know that she was taking a break. She walked past me and gave me a sideways glace that read as ‘follow me discreetly’ and I did.
She did a quick glance around the store — maybe a dozen people were in there including her co-worker — and as soon as she was satisfied nobody was watching she opened the employee only bathroom door and shuffled me inside with her.
“Hi.” I smiled with as much charm as I could muster through my exhaustion. She kissed me, then dropped to her knees and removed my bulge from my pants.
“Hi.” She smiled up at me as she took me into her mouth and began to slobber all of my cock.
I let my pants drop down to my thighs and watched her suck and suck on me. She stopped to lift her top up, remove her bra, and expose her massive breasts; then she went right back to it. I don’t cum easily from head and I knew she wasn’t going to get the job done, but when I was sufficiently happy with the experience of it all I took matters into my own hand. I began to pump away as she kept the head of my penis just inside her mouth, licking it occasionally to clean up the pre-cum as it formed.
I was ready to cum and I gave her a warning. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and stuck out her tongue. It was a sight to behold and I loved it. I moved back an inch or so then sprayed thick ropes of cum all over her face, tits, and — accidentally — her blue and yellow Blockbuster shirt. She quickly slurped up the remains that dribbled from my cock then jumped to her feet and went over to the sink to clean up my mess.
“Oh shit, it got everywhere.” She complained as I shook off my cock and tucked myself away.
“That was really hot.” I admitted to her.
“I have to get back to work!” She said in abrupt response as she began to reassemble her work-look and double check that there was no cum on her brow.
She opened the door and looked out into the store, then gestured I could go first. I walked out, looked around, contemplated renting a movie before acknowledging that I didn’t want to. Then I left. Just walked right out, got in my car, and started to drive home.
I was ten minutes away when I got a call from her on my cell. “Where did you go?” She asked.
“Oh, I’m half-way home. That was fun, thanks.”
“Well I’m about to get off work, come back.”
“Nah, I’m pretty tired, I need to crash.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, that was fun though. We should do it again soon.”
“You seriously aren’t going to turn around and come back. If you don’t come back right now I won’t talk to you again.” She got real aggressive all of the sudden.
“Yeah, I’m serious.” I wasn’t going to respond to that kind of attitude. Plus, I had the ‘I just came all over your face in the bathroom of a Blockbuster, I just want to go to sleep shut-the-fuck-up’ confidence of… well, having just came all over her face in the bathroom of a Blockbuster and wanting to go to sleep and have her shut-the-fuck-up.
Needless to say, we never spoke again, and all I got was this fun story and a handful of poor quality, badly lit, and slightly blurry photos.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mpff3k/blowjob_in_a_blockbuster_bathroom_mf